Chapter 19 - The Truth is Painful
Y'ato awoke to the sound of priests chanting incantations of old. Dora maka vasekai, dora maka... It meant little to Y'ato, although he had recovered his lost memory, this was a language unused for a millennia. Y'ato was very drowsey, as if drugged. He slowly opened his eyes but they kept closing without his control, it became a massive struggle in order to stay awake. The sight he saw didn't seem worth the effort. Stone ceiling, he finally realized he was facing up. His arms were strapped to the floor, or at least, what he thought was the floor. His body felt limp and without strength, there was no way he could morph in this state. Y'ato rolled his head to the side and began to stare at a torch off in the distance, the light appeared as a line to his blurred eyes. He tried with all his might to keep his eyes on the light. If only he could stay awake, he might survive. The chanting priests we're nowhere in sight, but the words still echoed through the cavern. After some time, Y'ato had regained enough strength to roll his head to the other side. There he saw barred window; it was night, and the sky was filled with stars. After what seemed like hours, he heard a door open and close.
"Who's there?" Y'ato said in a quiet, scared voice.
"One who knows why you're here..." Replied a familiar voice.
"Nemmerle! Why are you here!?" Y'ato was so confused. "Have you come to finish me off?"
"That is your fate, is it not? Do you remember when we first met? In that white room where I asked for your help."
"Yes, and I also remember you tried to kill me!"
"That is... correct, if you look from your point of view. However, we're you in my position, you would have done the same. Your death would have made life simpler for everyone, the whole world could have continued living. Im supprised you never realized who you really we're. Seltor really did a number on you. You're his masterpiece, his ultimate weapon. He built you from the beginning, a perfect mixture of hate, strength and well... incompetence."
"What the hell are you talking about!?" Y'ato screamed, "I have nothing to do with Seltor!"
"So sadly mistaken you are. Do you remember your parents?"
"Of course not! Seltor murdered them while I was a baby! Thats why Im going to kill him."
"That is your first misconception, your parents we're Seltor's elite. When he found out about you, he decided to put you to great use. Your parents willingly gave you to Seltor for his Y'ato project. That is where you get your name by the way. You we're brainwashed since birth to hate Seltor with a passion so great, nothing could stop you. Then you would do anything for revenge. You would then be sent back in time by the so called god 'All' who infact, was Seltor himself. Here you were to cause havoc while Seltor's elite took control of the city and ensured victory for Seltor. Even now, his warriors are infiltrating the palace, about to assassinate the king. Seltor built you into the perfect person for the prophecy, the whole city is currently in delusions of grandure. They believe you're death will show them a mythical temple where a fountain of youth is!"
"It can't be true! You must be lying! I don't believe it!!!" Y'ato tried to cosole himself but something told him it was true.
"Yes, Seltor sold you on the story of winning the war for the light morphers didnt he? My goodness, incompetence nothing, your flat out moron. The only thing that is going to stop this whole mess is you. I was lucky to morph my vital organs out of the way of the impaling spear, but I am still quite wounded because of you. I won't be able to stop the warriors myself you're going to have to clean up this mess you made.